Haircut Mishap

I'm sad. I'm angry. I'm upset. I'm furious. I'm devastated. I'm livid. All because of a haircut gone wrong. The one time in my life that I actually cried over a bad haircut.

I went to get a long overdued haircut last Saturday. My decision to go to a different hairdresser rather than going to the one I'm more used to proved to be a big, huge and fat mistake. Almost fatal.

I wanted a bob. A long shoulder hair bob. With a little fringe. I told that to the hairdresser and even showed a picture of Nicole Ritchie's hairstyle. But when I finally looked up from the April issue of Bazaar, I discovered horror upon horror. I had layers, short layers instead!

The stupid moron gave me short hair instead. Layered short hair. I sat there fuming, listening to all those stupid moron trying to convince me that layers are good for me. My hair is thick and layers will reduce the volume they say. Well...no one asked for your oppinions! I wanted a long, shoulder hair bob. Which part of that said short layers?

My new hairstyle will require me to blow style my hair every single time I want to look presentable to the world. I've had this hairstyle before. And the myth of short hair being relatively easy to manage than long hair is just that...a myth.

I definitely gave that moron with the scissors a piece of my mind.

Me: "Look at this picture (I shoved the picture of Nicole Ritchie almost up her nose). Does it look the same?!!!"

Moron: "This one got layers mah"

Me: "Do I look blind?! I wanted it all the same length. I don't want layers! Short layers are hard to maintained. And with 2 kids, when will I find the time to blow myhair?!"

Moron: "Layers look nicer"

Me: "Then why dont you come to my house every single morning just to blow my hair?!!"

Moron: Stood there in silence.

Me: "Next time listen, look properly. Now what am I going to do with my hair?!"

Moron: "But now ths is the trend mah.."

Me: "I don't care! I've had this hairstyle (I did, during my stewardess days and even then I hated it. Now I loath it.) It's too hard too maintain."

Moron: "No lah. Easy to maintainlah."

Me: "You think I'm stupid? I told you I've had this hairstyle before!"

Moron: "Yes aah?"

Me: "That's why I want long bob. Easier."

Moron: "You're hair too thick for bob. Not very nice."

Me: "I've had bob hairstyle so many times now. I know it looks okay on me."(From the day I joined MAS, I was told by the stylist to stick to bob hair which I religiously did throughout my flying career except that one time when everyone had that stupid Rachel/Jennifer Aniston hairstyle craze and I had to make it much, much shorter due to company's requirements and ended up hating it every single day till it grew out.)

Moron: "Yes aah?"

Me: "Yes! Now it looks like a damn helmet! And there's nothing I could do about it!"

Moron: "You do rebonding meh... and then easier to maintain."

Me: "No way am I doing it here!!!!"

And with that I stood up and walked out. I jut had to walk out because I was so tempted to stab that woman with a scissor. I almost threw the money in the cashiers face.

As I was about to go into the car, I felt my blood boil over again and I reentered the saloon. I called for the manager and told him. "Please do not hire deaf and blind people to cut hair. Look at what your staff has done to my hair. This was not what I had asked for. I told her what I wanted and showed her a picture but obviously she was neither listening or looking. It's just not right for someone to make a mistake with someone's hair and just go ooops. My hair is horrible and it's all your fault!"

And then I noticed that the whole store went awfully quiet. Everyone was looking at me. I turned around and stormed out. Never to return...forever!

I'm so pissed off. Luckily my hair grows really fast but for right now, I guess hairclips are the way to go. I'm cursing that moron. May she be a kuli for the rest of her life. Damn her. B****!!!!!!